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Tue, 25 Nov 2008 09:00:47 -0600

A lot has changed lately. I've decided to ask a friend to describe myself. Logan: Heather, what was I like last year? Heather: Very mean/rude. Logan: What am I like now? Heather: Very mean/rude. But with a lot more crushes. Logan: You're not supporting my idea! Heather: Because I'm unconventional, and not so typical. Logan: Saying "beg to differ" would prove me mean. >:-( Heather: Oozacaweewee. Logan: You spelled that wrong. Oozacaweewee, no, wait, yeah, you spelled that right. Heather: Dude, Lay off!!! Logan: I TOLD THE WORLD SHE WAS MEAN!!!!! Quick recap: I was mean then, I'm mean now. What are you predicting for my 13th B-Day? Heather: Lots of meanness. Logan: Credible. I was expecting AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Heather: Well, that too. Logan: Bleshmah. Heather: (Playing Littlest Pet Shop) Logan: Fine, be that way.

My Eyes are Open

Wed, 23 Jul 2008 14:10:57 -0500

We wnt to Falls Creek last week. It really opened my eyes. Not only, did I finally join the Christian family, but I found out something. Until you've fulfilled God's purpose, you can't die. Since I was four, I've probably been hurt multiple times. I wanted on the roof when I was three or four. I slipped from the tree branch, dangled from that branch for a few minutes, and finally just dropped. It's about a 10-15 feet drop. And if I was only about 3'4" (I was tall.) then, what would you do? Last summer, I got a blood infection. It started from flea bites, which I ruthlessly picked, and got pulled out of my favorite class to go to the doctor. (Mom! It's not a blood infection until it starts to taste like poison!) It had been tasting like poison. And especially at camp, I fell on a cactus. (!!!!!!) Nope, no crying. I think I still have a needle in my hand as a souvenir. And that was on Tuesday. on Wednesday I got lost twice. At volleyball I climbed a tree, slid down, scraped myself in plain view of a lot of people older than me, and went back up. Front teeth came back in at about 4. Because I somehow managed to shove them up my gums. And then I broke those permanent teeth. I think that's a blog on here. Crack. Two years earlier I broke my finger. Smack. A year and a half before that I got stitches. Screech. I scraped out about a half pint- pint of blood. The lights go out. Another black out. Snap. A teenage girl's fifty pound tub falls on me. Rip. I'm stuck in a tree on the verge of falling off. And I'm still goin' strong, despite that I can taste the poisony blood. As you can tell, I've been through a lot. Which is proof that God exists, because I'm still alive. So I haven't fulfilled my life's calling yet.

A Trip we won't soon forget...

Thu, 15 May 2008 17:55:22 -0500

But I have to tell you, just in case. So, I really like this guy, but I thought we weren't going together, so I didn't bother with spray or ChapStik this morning. HE CAME WITH US! Then, I made my friend dare me to do something, so we walk past him (yes, on purpose) and I tell her ask what my phone number is. I recited his number, and he was, well, err, what does it mean when a guy yells, "HEY! THAT'S MY PHONE NUMBER!" I really like everytime I get to talk him. What do I do after this incident? RUN BEHIND THE CHAIR!!!!!!! I saw the coast was clear, so, with caution, I approach behind the couch to hide out with my friends. Then this girl comes up, she's kind of like a half sister, and me, her, "Valerie," and "Hailey" talk as others come and go. Enter crush. Coo yah! (Red-faced.) He wanted to know how I knew his phone number, and, in the words of Miley Cyrus, "I st- st- stuttered when you asked me what I'm thinkin' 'bout." "Hailey" says whitepages. Gee, thanks. We go to the bus, he tells me to leave my seat, and I agreed, I was NOT ready for confrontation that particular moment. The girl I switched seats did so reluctantly. We got the park, where I work fairly hard at making him mad! Keep this in mind later. Well, he doesn't, and we go to the convenient store, and before we left, he was sitting alone. AAAAAHHHHH! I find a seat finally. On the way back, (I did have an explanation for coo yah. I was drinking a code red.) me and my "little sis" say, "*Censored* blah blah blah." He's freaking out since we're saying his name, and what does he say? "I heard my name!" "We're saying your name and blah blah blah!" "Just tell me! I won't get mad." Remember what I told you to remember? I was trying to make him mad? ERR! ERR! ERR! i'm sure I attracted quite a few stares. And that's my day at a glance!

It's been a year. We made it.

Tue, 18 Mar 2008 10:12:17 -0500

March 18th, 2007, was a big day. Piximee were created that day. Ears were pierced that day. Piximee remain almost unchanged.

ISRHPTWAIWA!

Sun, 17 Feb 2008 20:45:36 -0600

Still is, actually. Thank you, Shannon. Happy birthday, Sasha Pieterse, happy early birthday to Victoria Justice and Taylor Dooley, SILY, oops. Did I just say that out loud? (ISRHPTWAIWA!= I started reading Harry Potter this week and it was awesome.)

Okay, I, whoo, that was some party. Can I get a glass of water?

Tue, 29 Jan 2008 17:16:56 -0600

Usually it's the parental authority putting the foot down if you're a preteen. You will not believe what happened Friday, but telling requires back track. Let's rewind this a bit. *revrevrev* Okay, I come home from school shortly after turning 12. I ask if we can have a CD party. (CD= Casting Director.) After civil debate, we can have a party. I call my friends up. One, two guaranteed people. I wake up Friday with the sound of a helicopter. Everyone else comes on surprise. Great. Cell phones are pulled out and admired. The lights go off for black widow. We try to film. As some serious people actually pretend to watch Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, CD 5 believes we are having a fun (Yeah, fun with me. That's a good one.) slumber party. She turns the volume up. We become inaudible in our movie for CD 5's sake. Ooh, CD 5 was the worst. She proved her Soldier Boy love, (Or shall I say, Clueless Idiot who surprises me by spelling boy correctly.) does the idiot love initiation dance 1.5" from the only TV that my camera works on after I broke it. What do I get? A shameless, "Sorry." After regaining most of my sanity, my voice takes a nice little vacation. I yell to get people to work. CDs 2 and 3 admire cell phones more. Bouncy balls are tossed carelessly about. We end up with: 1 picture accidentally being thrown away, (My mistake. CD 2 stuffed it into her bra. I had to hide it.) no roles being cast, my game being erased, my room being trashed, need I go on? I've constructed rules and an eHow article.

Results

Sun, 09 Dec 2007 15:50:17 -0600

You Passed 8th Grade Math

Congratulations, you got 8/10 correct!

Could You Pass 8th Grade Math?

Oh, yeah! i rox da big brainz n i can spel 2!

Your English Skills:

Punctuation: 100%
Spelling: 100%
Grammar: 60%
Vocabulary: 20%

Does Your English Cut the Mustard?

What? A twenty for vocab? And I got a near college reading level? Unbelievable. Why, I am so Flabbergasted that I have made the endeavor to become the author of an epical novel, yet the score of vocabulary is that of an average sixth grader. I am astounded, but if that's their prerogative...

Your Reputation Is: Mystery Girl

You're the girl that everyone is trying to figure out.
Men are attracted to your intriguing persona - and women want to copy it!

Do You Have A Bad Girl Reputation?

You Don't Have a Boyfriend Because You are Too Shy

When a guy gets to know you, he finds a great catch
Problem is... you're too shy for most guys to get to know.
From meeting someone to dating, you usually have your guard up.
And while you're just holding back, it makes you seem like you've got something to hide.

Why Don't You Have a Boyfriend?

I am not making the first move, FYI!

Hmmm... Maybe He's Interested!

He seems to be giving you mixed or muted signals
Which may mean you've been giving him the wrong messages
When he pauses to notice you, give him a little more attention.
A little encouragement may go a long way with this guy!

Is He Into You?

Oh yeah!

Hi. Updates.

Wed, 21 Nov 2007 15:13:11 -0600

NaNoWriMo: I quit. Thanksgiving: Hide. Now. I'm bringing my drumsticks (A girl drummer? Yep.) and piano. And I'm awful at piano. >:) And Heather and Victoria are weirder than I am, a genuine first.

This will be my last post until December. Goodbye.

Wed, 31 Oct 2007 20:34:46 -0500

NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) stars: 3 hours, 29 minutes.

Happy Birthday!

Sun, 28 Oct 2007 17:02:05 -0500

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